An Evening At The Opera Poem by Tom Billsborough

It was a magic sequence of moments. Callas, playing Gilda, had just finished her aria, Caro nome, dearest name, about her lover. then there was a pause just before the wild applause in response to that wonderful voice. There was irony in the fact I never asked the Lady her name as the song was about Gilda's lover's name. Some things you never forget, do you?

I'm a sucker for blue. When my wife trawled me through her Fashion Catalogues and asked me to mark the ones I liked, they all turned out to be blue, irrespective of style! So I had to go back and check out the non-blues. No, I didn't shoot off to the Lingerie pages, honest! Luckily she'd put little marks against the ones she liked, so I'd cry out.. Oh that would look fantastic on you, Isa! Sometimes I might have fooled her, only sometimes! Her favourite colour was red but she liked blue too. But in her cartoons the men all wore red stilettos. Not sure about the women!